“The Cheyennes?” she gasped.
“Yes, and we’ve got to get out of here quick.”
“And Mr. Stevens?” she asked.
“He is to be released and will join you!”
“You’re not lying to me?”
“Why should I? Come quick.”
She was almost convinced. “No!” she said, again feeling that warning, and also because it did not seem right for her to leave Mrs. McGee.
“You won’t let me help you, to save you from the Cheyennes?”
“No. Please release my wrist. I’m going back to see what you have done to Mrs. McGee.”
A bitter curse broke from his lips.